Page 28 of Prison Moon
Spilling inside her may not matter, though. She was not Draegon and the odds of her carrying his young were slim. It only took a touch for him to know her body temperature wasn’t like his own and dragons are born of fire—their magic drawn from the center of their world where it burned the hottest. Sarra was not born of fire. How would she bare a child—a dragon—born of something she did not possess? Did her kind even reproduce like his people did? “Sarra?” She lifted her head and looked at him. “How does your kind reproduce?”
Her eyes widened as she sat up. She pointed to where they were still joined and smiled then lifted her hands, touched her thumb and forefinger together to make a circle then stuck the finger of her other hand inside, then out, mimicking what they’d just done.
He laughed. “I figured that much. Do you carry your young?”
She nodded and made a gesture over her stomach as if it were growing, then round. Her eyes widened suddenly then pointed at herself, then him and then to her stomach, arching her hands out as if it were bigger.
Her thoughts were the same as his. Could she conceive? He sighed. “We are not the same, so I don’t know.” He ran his hand over her arms. “Your body temperature is not like mine, so—I don’t know.”
She studied him for long minutes, the look on her face telling him she was thinking hard about it now that he’d mentioned it. He’d have to be more careful in the future. This world was not what it used to be. Bringing a child into this horrid environment would be dangerous. Too dangerous but if it was something his Sarra wanted, then he’d find a way to make it work. Asking her would be pointless though, and his frustration at their lack of communication grew by the second. He’d have to find a remedy to that soon. He’d teach her his words or learn her own. He’d not spend the next several hundred years living with her and not being able to understand what she was saying.
She slid off of him but didn’t pull away. He rolled to his side to face her. Her eyes were closed, a contented smile on her face. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Had my need for you not been so great, that would have lasted much longer.” She laughed, the sound causing chills to race along his limbs.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Ullnoearmekompain. Thausamzig.”
He smiled. “If you say so.” She laughed again, her arm wrapping around his waist.
He stared at the fire, watching the flame dance until Sarra’s breathing evened out, sleep finally claiming her. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, wedging his leg between her own and placed a kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes. She was finally his.
* * *
Sara was having one of those half-asleep dreams where pleasure rode every nerve ending and if you could just get enough friction in that one certain spot, you knew the best orgasm of your life would be waiting there on the other side of consciousness.
She arched her back, the phantom hands in her dream world burning a hot trail over her stomach and up to cup both her breasts. Her nipples ached until strong fingers plucked at each one, her legs spreading wider as wet heat speared her core.
Her dream world shattered when something latched on to her clit, the firm pull as it was sucked into a warm mouth enough to drag her eyes open. The hands on her breasts were still there, and the hot puff of air blowing onto her center was followed by a wicked tongue flicking that tiny nub enough that the moment she looked down and saw Toren between her legs, her back arched as she grabbed onto his forearms and convulsed against his mouth, her hips undulating as she rode his face to completion.
When she had ridden the last wave and opened her eyes, a sliver of bright light lit the ceiling of the cave. She panted for breath and blinked before looking down the line of her body. Toren was still between her legs, his tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin on her inner thighs before he’d nuzzle back in to lick up the length of her. She jerked and reached for him, digging her fingers into his hair to hold him away.
He looked pleased when he lifted his head to look at her.
That was probably due to the goofy look on her face. She had no doubt there was one. She was still reeling from the second best orgasm she’d had in months that hadn’t happened by her own hand and knew she was probably smiling like a loon.
He glanced between her legs again, the look on his face going from pleased to hungry in an instant. He was staring at her pussy as if it was a dessert plate and he wanted to lick every single drop of sweet confection from its surface. It nearly made her want to beg him to do it again. “You’re a bad boy, Toren.”
The smile that split his face made those violet eyes glow. He kissed her between the legs and slid up the length of her body, kissing a trail the entire way and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he settled his hips between her thighs. Even though she’d just come, jolts of pleasure rippled through her body again.
“Good morrow, my Treasure.”
Sara grinned at the endearment. She was a treasure now?
Her eyes slid closed when his lips brushed against her own, his arms wrapping around her body. His tongue pushed past her lips and licked inside her mouth as if she were the sweetest fruit he’d ever tasted, his tongue slicking across her own and he groaned deep in the back of his throat while breathing her in. She raised her hips without thought, the hard length of him pressed intimately between them and his groan turned into a moan as he pushed back against her, every inch of that hardened flesh sliding through her slippery folds.
His tongue in her mouth was doing crazy things to her pulse. She spread her knees wider, the soles of her feet rubbing the back of his thighs, and she moaned when he ground his hips against her again.
She wasn’t sure what possessed her to initiate sex the night before other than the fact, she wanted him. She’d been wholly prepared to sleep with him before that thing had attacked a few days ago but she’d passed out like a damsel in distress after Toren had killed it. She’d woken the next morning with Toren holding her close and spent the next three days being shadowed by him. He’d even tried to follow her to the bushes they’d been using as a make-shift bathroom, but she’d managed to shew him away to take care of her business in private.
He was clinging and more attentive than he had been, which meant he was there, every second of every day. He felt responsible. He’d told her he’d failed her and she knew he thought she’d been hurt because he’d not been there to protect her.
She wasn’t complaining though. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy all the attention because she did. Too much, probably, which is why she’d led him to their bed and had her way with him. All that attention deserved a reward and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been fully prepared to fuck him before that creature showed up. The sex had been earth-shattering, too. It was hard and fast and stole her breath and when he’d come inside her, every nerve in her body seemed to catch on fire at once. She’d felt the heat of him when he spilled inside her, her body temperature growing so hot she’d flushed, sweat breaking out on her flesh as that heat traveled the length of her body and burned for what felt like hours inside her womb.
Toren broke the kiss and stared down at her, the heat in his gaze so hot that even though she’d just come, she wanted more. She shifted her hips, rolling them underneath him until he lifted enough to get a hand between them.
He rubbed the tip of his cock through her slick folds, bumping against her throbbing clit. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, her heels digging into the back of his calves. He shifted, the head of his cock sliding to her entrance and he pushed inside with one deep thrust. As she had done the night before, she gasped at the intrusion. He was thick and long and filled her so completely it tore the breath from her lungs. She felt consumed as he pulled back and pushed in again, every slow inch sending tiny zaps of pleasure racing through her veins.
His eyes were locked on hers as he continued to draw his hips back, then plunge deeply again. He lifted her right leg, pulling it up over his hip then kissed her slow and long, his tongue dipping into her mouth over and over again until they were breathing each other’s air. His thrusts slowly grew in speed, each press a tiny bit harder than the last until he was pounding into her wildly, their eyes locked. She held on, arched against him and never took her eyes off him as he moved inside her.
That exotic spicy scent of his skin changed as it had the night before and grew stronger as sweat slicked their bodies. It coated her skin and filled her lungs until she could taste it on the back of her tongue. Toren had one arm underneath her, one hand clamped down on her breast and as his thrusts grew harder, the intense look in his eyes seemed to reach inside her and grab hold of what little bit of control she had left. When she came, it was violent and soul-shattering, her voice echoing off the stone walls moments before he shuddered, his hips slamming against her as he spilled inside her again.